Gods and magic have returned. Titans walk the earth once more, and the fabric of society is fraying. The pantheons come together to air age-old disagreements, wage war, and make life miserable for everyone else.

Meanwhile, Alice doesn't know any of this. She's stuck in the newly transformed Alaskan wilderness, where things are more eager than ever to snack on her bone marrow. She must survive the dangers of a newly magical world with a cheap tent, fifteen bullets in an old pistol, a can of bear spray, a hatchet, a sleeping bag, a couple of spicy novels, and three days of rations.
All by herself.
Alone.
Or, as alone as one can get with the voice of an annoying, stuck up, homicidal womanizer stuck in her head.

Alice is doing just fine.
Just. Fine.

(NaNoWriMo story. I don't own the cover.)